animal smells and porcupine quills

Sorry about the wait on this! Also LMAO at Sitri. Poor fellow!

Mordecai saw what it was just a second too late. His mouth opened to warn Sitri, but the scarred wolf dove in much too quickly for the words to leave him. Instead his gaping muzzle shut as he hissed in pain himself; not that the porcupine had got him, but rather of where it got his companion. Forgetting about the waddling critter as it made a swift escape from the scene of the crime, the tawny Ostrega circled in on Sitri to investigate their new predicament.

“That,” he said with a glance off after the creature, “was a porcupine. And it is most certainly a devil in its own right.” Wincing as he counting off the barbs, he soon found he was amiss as to what they could do to alleviate the situation. Some of the barbs looked loose enough that Mordecai was tempted to take a chance and pull at them, but he also didn't want to be on the receiving end of pain himself, presumably from Sitri's teeth.

“We should go find a cold stream. Might dull some of the pain.” His words were absent, as he debated who they could rouse to come and aid them. Lecter came to his mind, but at the same time he didn't wish to disturb him. Outside of him, he couldn't really think of who else had enough expertise in healing that would be helpful.